That’s how everybody and their grandmother remembers you. B u c k y, Captain America’s teenage sidekick back in World War Two. Kids all around the world dreamed of just meeting Cap — and there you were in your dandy red-and-blues, fighting along-side the living legend. And we remember how you d i e d.
You wanna know the mistake you’re making here, buddy? You think you’re gonna find the truth. You think you’ll uncover something, and everything will just…fall into place. Some grand revelation, that’ll make sense of all these unspeakable horrors. That’ll explain what could drive men to such creative extremes of inhumanity. I hate to be the one to break the bad news, but even when you think you understand what’s happening here, you’re only gonna be halfway down the rabbit hole. It’s always been the case that whoever’s holding the money gets to say what the truth is. But then, then what happens, when all the money is gone? When everything is based on death? On credit? Come on, buddy, you can guess this one. It’s faith. Money is a matter of faith. All we’re trying to do is sell you the dream, but you can’t make a deal if you’ve got nothing to bargain with. You gotta be inside the dream to buy it. You gotta have faith. And that’s what I’m here for. To make you believe.